35 FRERE JACQUES(Slow)

Lyrics:

(Im moving on from you x2)

Pigeon:
I am moving on from the things that I thought I wanted
Now I sit here knowing I got you in my pocket
You do all that you want and I know we got it all night long

Vidal:
Think man’s in love, how you do that shit to a thug,
Banging waps and I’ve been in the mud, 
Going home straight after I need your hugs, bang, 
And of course we could go touring the world and stuff, 
Share pain I ain’t breaking trust, entertaining sluts you’re way too above, no no, 
Watch the gyal dem just get low low, 
I ain’t watching them cause I’m watching mine 
She wild she fine and gold tho, 
Up town got got a gyal screaming yolo 
Up in her guts gangster in a polo, 
Dress smart only for her you know those,
I ain’t the type that you can provoke bro,
Fuck that shit, oh well I’m moving on

Pigeon:
I am moving on from the things that I thought I wanted
Now I sit here knowing I got you in my pocket
You do all that you want and I know we got it all night long

Vidal:
All night long, thinking of you when I write this song, 
Arch your back when you wear that thong, 
Sending me pics when I’m out too long, AHHH, 
Why you moving long, don’t trust me let me prove you wrong, 
I know you rocked with some foolish dons, 
Come stu let’s fuck in the booth mic on, ha ha,
And no no it ain’t no joke, fuck her on camera and make her choke, 
I’ll show them man that there ain’t no hope, 
I’ll dive in her ocean sink or float, 
Roll up town and she hold my poke, or hiding my 9 in bag or coat,
She got me high like a mans on coke,
I can’t even lie fam a mans on ropes

Pigeon:
I’m moving on from you (I’m moving on)
I’m moving on from the things that I thought
I wanted (all night long)

Vidal's SoundCloud:
https://soundcloud.com/vidal0121

Mixed by Jonathan
https://soundcloud.com/meatmountains

Beat by WHOSNOAH? on Youtube

all night long ft. Vidal

missthemark

Claire - Range and Roam

Double D's Ft. Stacy Cox

Once in a lifetime song from me, so stop asking. SheLuvJay mixed it.

You Mines

Head spinning every corner 
Of this room is whispering
Tip that bottle, raise a glass
To the exes from my past
One of those lonely nights, 
Don’t know how I'll get home
How I'll get home…

You might find me passed out on the highway
Crying into the wrong side of my phone
I’m another heartbroken lover
Calling out for love that won’t pick up

Yeah I keep looking back 
I’m living in the past
Missing all the people that I thought would always last
And I’m stuck living in the past
Wanting to forget
Living a life full of pain and regret

Lost in the dark
Searching for another way
Hoping, praying that I find real love one day

You might find me passed out on the highway
Crying into the wrong side of my phone
I’m another heartbroken lover
Calling out for love that won’t pick up

I’m tired of always falling
For the wrong guy every time
When do I learn from my hurt
Oh I don’t think I’ll ever

You might find me passed out on the highway
Crying into the wrong side of my phone
I’m another heartbroken lover
Calling out for love that won’t pick up

Highway ft. JC

Blood On The Leaves feat. MariBandz

LYRICS BELOW - SHOUTOUT SIXERS!!! (No, I am not a member.)

Nah 
I ain't here for the peace I'm bringing the action
He was flexing that gun why the fuck was he lacking
Got so many whips I be feeling like Patrick
And my credit so good I told baby to max it
And I prolly won't see her right after
The clip to long on the gun like a ladder
He peed when we shot him we punctured his bladder
Day and night I be keeping my hand on the trigger
Tryna bail out the van it's just me and my ni-
Tryna bail out the van it's just me and my killas
But the Maybach white they think I'm a Sixer
Got a flash on the Glock like I'm taking a picture
Yo bitch for the streets you still can not fix her
She was all in my bed while you told her you miss her
Went broke onna whip why you driving a Spritzer

Damn
Hope you feeling offended
Mask down to my neck I really be bending
Pray to god everyday for the way I been sinning
Tryna step on the kid cause I really been winning

We don't see him outside we gone shoot at his father
Bad bitch at the crib and she calling me papa
I won't walk out the trap without taking my knocka
And I'm killing a bitch if he fuckin wit Nala

Spinnin they shit imma spin it back
Treat that boy like a baby need Similac
Tryna kiss while we fucking ain't into that
Blunt keep on punching my lungs I might hit it back
All that talk on the net ian feeling that
She ain't getting no time if I'm in da trap
Heart broke one time ian fixing that
Bitch tryna lay on her back ian licking that

Tryna tell me she need me
I don't pick up the phone she still tryna reach me
Bitch I been in that field ain't shit you can teach me
Come through heavy metal they think I'm wit VB
As a kid I was bending not watching no TV
You must really be gang if I told you to peace me
And I got 2Ks I'm coming for VC
Baby know I got money she still tryna leech me

Nah 
I ain't here for the peace I'm bringing the action
He was flexing that gun why the fuck was he lacking
Got so many whips I be feeling like Patrick
And my credit so good I told baby to max it
And I prolly won't see her right after
The clip to long on the gun like a ladder
He peed when we shot him we punctured his bladder
Day and night I be keeping my hand on the trigger
Tryna bail out the van it's just me and my ni-
Tryna bail out the van it's just me and my killas
But the Maybach white they think I'm a Sixer

But the Maybach white they think I'm a Sixer (2x)

Sixer

Star

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bakes in this bitch

Artist for Dream Records